Say Hello To A Dead Dream [Hiatus]

Dropping Off

"First thing first, we must get money from your Gringotts vault. Goblins can be feisty creature so be polite."
"You hold my key?"
"Somewhat. Your magical guardian is supposed to use the funds of your vault to provide basic introductions to the magical world at seven and further your education later. This is for anyone born in a magical family. But your previous guardian admitted to me when letters were sent out he had no clue how you were. So now I'm working for custody and neither can use a key without you being with us."
Blackie nodded, looking thoughtful.
They went to his vault, where he looked suspiciously at the contents.
"Doesn't that seem a bit much for a trust vault?"
"You are allowed to take out a hundred galleons for school shopping, which averages at fifty, get five galleons each week when you get to third year, and may take out twenty over the summer. The are an extra two hundred gallons which can be accessed in an emergency situation. All of that is contained here. When you are lord of the family your vault will be much larger." Answered the goblin who was accompanying them.
Another Blackie nod.

They left the vault and the professor split up with him. Before leaving she reminded him once again to keep his head low and stay out of the way. The professor went to get his basic supplies. He would get his robes, wand, and books. He decided to do it in that order too. The robe shop was uneventful. Getting his wand was a bit more, eventful. Walking into the wand shop, he could see why people treasured their wands. He would never want to come back to the shop. It was all too dusty and dimly lit. It reminded him of his time before freedom. The wand-maker, Mister Ollivander, hurried around shoving wands into his hand and retracting them just as fast. Every time they didn't work or blew something up, he got more excited.
"Just as I thought!" He would say. Before he could get another one Blackie said to him, "Sir, if you don't think one will work, why give it to me at all? It only causes more work for you. Just give me the one you think will work best and we'll see."
Ollivander (Alexander~ Congratulations.) went into the back room and came out with a plain brown wand. He reverently placed it into his hands. Blackie felt something stir within him but his hand was more important. It felt as if it was burning where the wand was touching him! Ollivander picked it up.
"How lovely. It seems this is the wand for you, but it needs one more component."
"Like another core or wood mixed in?"
"Certainly not! That is a practice that dates back before having a coat of arms. Quite fascinating really. Families would pick woods that they thought represented their family and these wands would be passed down. Some still are today..."
Blackie gave his signature nod.
"What you need is a hilt. You know, the phoenix that gave your core gave two other feathers as well. One was used by the man who bonded with the phoenix. He had another wand custom made for him with it. The other feather went to a man who later came back for a hilt. But you are my only costumer who needed in the beginning."
He placed the wand back into Blackie's hand.
A wind started, sweeping the dust off of everything. It swirled around him. Harry -since when had he identified with Harry?- knew how he must look. Green eyes glowing, pink lips drawn into a small smile, his hair parted to show his scar. He had never been ashamed of it before. It was what made him Blackie. Now it made him Hadrian Regulus Potter-Black. And he'd survive the same way he always had. The wind settled and his moment of clarity was gone.
"Well Mister Potter-Black, I look forward to seeing you preform wonders. Remember: Holy and phoenix feather, thirteen inches, thestral sand hilt."
Blackie paid for his wand and went to the book store.

He and the professor met in a small café in a branch-off alley. Over lunch she started to tell him about himself.

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Um... I don't really have anything to say here.